Chapter 2 - the cart of goodies

Lilly eyes the cart up and down, as she tries to assess what Luke could possibly have sent her. For the first time Lilly notices a card hanging from a red ribbon attached to the side of the cart facing her, she stretches out her arm and grabs the card, trying to open it without completely ruining the envelope. She pulls out the card, on the front is a little pink piggy sitting down, with a cute smile, and angel wings sticking out behind it. On the inside are about 15 more of the piggies, all flying together, Lilly squeals with excitement as she sees all the little piggies, she has always had an infatuation with the creature, or at least the idea of pigs, and cute cartoon drawings of them. A handwritten note is on the blank page next to the one with the flying piggies.
"To my Love,
It has been 6 years since we met, and my love for you has grown even more than your body has! The last 6 years have been amazing, I love you my princess, sorry I have to work today, but I hope this cart of goodies makes it up to you! It has all your favorites, so I expect to come home to a stuffed belly, so that I can fill it up even more at dinner! Love you hon, have a great day!
Love,
Luke
p.s. I refilled the tank this morning, sorry I didn't get a chance to yesterday!"
Lilly begins rereading the note, as she wipes a tear from her eye, overwhelmed with the surprise. However, her second read through is cut short by a low grumbling sound resonating from her massive stomach. She grabs her tummy in surprise at the sound. "Oh my goodness, that was loud, this thing is getting so demanding these days! I thought I had a little while to spare after the amount of food Luke stuffed into me last night!" Lilly thinks to herself as she lays the card on her bedside table. She reaches for the cart and pulls it a little closer and then grabs the hose that hangs from the top of the headboard behind her and sticks it in her mouth and starts sucking. Hawaiian Punch flows into her mouth, replacing the annoying dryness from her slumber with the sweet taste of the punch. As she sucks on the tube, she grabs the box closest to her, and opens it up, inside is a circular chocolate cake sprinkled with powdered sugar. Lilly's eyes light up as she eyes the treat, subconsciously dropping the tube from her mouth. In the box along with the cake is a small bottle filled with milk, and a fork. She lays the side of the box flat, creating a make shift plate as she grabs the small cake with her bare hands, and takes a bite. Chocolatey goodness overwhelms her senses as the warm creamy chocolate filling explodes into her mouth. She moans around the piece of cake in her mouth as she chews, letting her head fall back against the headboard of her bed, her eyes closed in ecstasy.
She was a sight to behold. She had forgotten about the sheets, letting them fall into her lap as she lay there chewing and moaning. Her hair is a brilliant blonde color, and when her eyes opened back up to supervise her hand as it guides the next bite into her mouth, it can be seen that they are a very bright blue. Her face is perfect, the only blemish being a small skin colored mole right by the tip of her nose. Her cheeks are round and soft, jiggling ever so slightly as she chews her food. As she takes another bite, some of the creamy chocolate filling oozes out, falling onto the upper portion of her pale tummy, the same part of her stomach that her massive pale breasts rest upon in her sitting position. And massive is probably an understatement when describing her breasts. As her weight skyrocketed, her breasts were no strangers to the added weight, filling up with more soft fat, making them hang a little lower on her stomach with each added pound. And her stomach was one of her most prominent features, demanding respect simply because of its sheer size. In her current sitting position, Lilly's 'tummy' as she called it(although it had grown so massive the word no longer seemed accurate) rested in her lap, overflowing her thighs, and stretching down her legs, it also spilled over the side of her massive thighs, completely enveloping her lap in soft, warm fat. No part of Lilly was small, especially not her ass. It had to be huge, to balance out the massive stomach and breasts that were attached to Lilly's front. The balance actually made it a little easier for Lilly to get around despite her massive size. Make no mistake, simple tasks such as standing, or walking, or even sitting up were feats that required intense effort for Lilly, however the balance caused by her massive ass and belly made it a tiny bit less difficult.
Suddenly Lilly finds herself surrounded by empty boxes and bottles of various drinks that Luke had selected to accompany each item. Lilly had been brought out of her food-induced stupor by the sudden urge to go to the restroom. One part of her day that she dreaded, especially when Luke wasn't home. Using the restroom meant a 30 minute ordeal, consisting of Lilly maneuvering herself out of bed, waddling the 10 feet to the restroom, doing her business, accompanied by a 10 minute rest break on the toilet, and then the process started in reverse until Lilly finally could plop back down onto the bed. Lilly begins the task by first shifting her weight back and forth, so she can inch her feet toward the edge of the bed, this is where the handles that Luke had installed in the ceiling come in handy. Lilly would reach her fat arms up and grab the handles, pulling as hard as she could with one arm to shift her weight, allowing her leg to slide just a little bit toward the edge of the bed. The sight was always something that her boyfriend Luke preferred to watch from a distance, rather than actually helping, but after a swift reproach from Lilly, Luke usually shook off his trance to assist in the task. But, when Luke was gone, like he was right now, Lilly had to manage on her own. Fat enveloped triceps swing back and forth, as Lilly's arms stretched above her head struggle to make any noticeable difference in the pounds pulling Lilly against the bed. As her feet leave the bed, and begin to dangle off the edge, this signals the start of stage two in standing up, at which point Lilly shifts her weight to make the weight of one leg, and then the other assist in them falling to the ground, until eventually her feet make contact. The bed isn't low, but also not too high, it's at the perfect height to make it as easy as possible for Lilly to slide her massive rear off the bed, shifting her weight to her feet as her massive body its surface. Once on her feet Lilly feels the familiar pull of her stomach as it now hangs freely, nothing to rest upon. It seems as if her stomach is self-aware, hanging lower and lower, as if it is racing toward the floor, its ultimate goal.
Finally on her feet, with sweat collecting on her forehead, slowly accumulating until a drop races down her face, and falls to the floor, Lilly begins her slow lumber to the bathroom. There are handles strategically placed along the wall, but Lilly had decided months ago that it was easier to simply walk directly to the bathroom, rather than following the hand rails along the wall, which easily doubled the amount of steps she had to take to the restroom. Soon, of course that wouldn't be a decision she has to make, as balancing while walking would likely become too difficult in the near future, forcing her to rely on the rails. Her slow waddle is accompanied by the occasional grunt, as her strained expression showed to the world just what a task walking had become for her. Finally at the bathroom door, Lilly turns sideways brushing either side with her ass and belly as she squeezes through. She looks at the wide oversized scale on the floor, with a small sticker at the top that reads "Max. Capacity: 600 LBS" The scale was now useless to her, as she had outgrown it some months ago, how long exactly it had been since the word "ERR" showed up on the screen Lilly couldn't remember, had it been a year already since Lilly knew her exact weight? Maybe even longer? Walking had certainly gotten more difficult, and Lilly was eating much more now than she remembered eating around the same time last year. Now, standing precariously in front of the toilet, Lilly grabs the handrails that are placed on either side, and slowly lowers herself onto the extra wide seat until she reaches the point where her knees simply can't control the rate of the descent any longer, and she drops the remaining 5 inches or so onto the seat. Relief comes as she sits on the toilet, huffing and puffing as she wipes her forehead with the hand towel next to the sink.
"Man, If we keep this weight gain up you're going to have to figure something else out, because this whole walking to the restroom thing by myself thing will be impossible." Lilly says to the picture of Luke at his college graduation that sits next to the sink, as she grabs the tube near the toilet and starts sucking on the Hawaiian punch.